Two Hungry Clowns
The first to touch the future is the winner said the teacher.
Simon Barker asked the future as an object or a distance?
No one listened. Someone crumpled little ribbons in the corner.
Lorna Wilson circled hurtful dissertations on her notebook
Hoping no one looked and saw them told the teacher. Holden
Caulfield said the teacher: what your thoughts on this might
Be might be important; equally might not be. Bottomley,
The slovenly dysfunction on the front row won’t go home
This week; his parents fight at night and he’d prefer his quite
Imperfect friend Tom Benjamin’s abode to all that screaming,
Begging, bleeding. Feeding pigeons will attract them, said
The teacher, but the cause to which excites them might be
Out of your control. In most examples, harmful potents,
Martha Grossman won’t you please leave Eve di Santo’s
Pants alone, go home and be indicted, go to jail, grow old
Inside and die there, please? The Catcher in the Rye; there seems
To be a copy missing; Poppy will you stop pissing on me please,
You know when I go home it will freeze. Jeez; Louise; Laura;
Simon’s speaking, listen. Simon, please continue on the subject
Or the object, or whatever. Heather has my folder, Simon lobbied.
Heather lobbed it at him, got him on the chin, Simon gobbed
And hobbled out to mend his pliant wire-framed spectacles
(Whether bent by Heather’s throw or only noticed then no
Earthly power can know; this must have puzzled him.) A dog
That has a bloodlust must be muzzled. Philip, does that
Fillet steak fat fucking thick skull even know what a muzzle is
You fuckwit? Yes, my mummy put one on me once, he says. Ok,
Now, Philip, listen: go direct to Jill, Jill in the office, do not pass
Joan, do not collect two hungry clowns. Tom Benjamin,
Do you mean to miss the point or does the point not pierce you?
Hearsay, gossip, daily floss, Indira Ghandi did something
Important once before you cunts were born, suffice to say,
But much the same one day Hearsay and Gossip too will
Be forgotten, Myleene Klass will lie under the grass and
You, my keen class, will pass no further judgement on her.
Poppy, your piss is getting everyone wet, OK? Take a tip
From Tom, Tom Benjamin, that is, Tom Benjamin has never
Pissed in class and no one asks him to, does that make sense?
If no one finds the missing copy of the Catcher by this weekend
I will beat you all unconscious with a Pole that once built half
My garden fence, so please would everybody keep their eyes peeled.
There will be no Judo today. Revolutionary socialism also has
Been discontinued, if you need to call home do so now with haste.
Now Lorna Wilson pricks herself to bleed and cries profusely,
Pleads for mercy, leaves the classroom. Simon Barker’s glasses
Now being mended sees her in a marginally different light
And falls in love with her. Already on his knees he, Simon Barker,
Asks if she will be his lawful wedded wife in ten years’ time.
She kicks him in the shins. Philip falls and lands among some bins.
The first to touch the future is the winner said the teacher.
Simon Barker asked the future as an object or a distance?
No one listened. Someone crumpled little ribbons in the corner.
Lorna Wilson circled hurtful dissertations on her notebook
Hoping no one looked and saw them told the teacher. Holden
Caulfield said the teacher: what your thoughts on this might
Be might be important; equally might not be. Bottomley,
The slovenly dysfunction on the front row won’t go home
This week; his parents fight at night and he’d prefer his quite
Imperfect friend Tom Benjamin’s abode to all that screaming,
Begging, bleeding. Feeding pigeons will attract them, said
The teacher, but the cause to which excites them might be
Out of your control. In most examples, harmful potents,
Martha Grossman won’t you please leave Eve di Santo’s
Pants alone, go home and be indicted, go to jail, grow old
Inside and die there, please? The Catcher in the Rye; there seems
To be a copy missing; Poppy will you stop pissing on me please,
You know when I go home it will freeze. Jeez; Louise; Laura;
Simon’s speaking, listen. Simon, please continue on the subject
Or the object, or whatever. Heather has my folder, Simon lobbied.
Heather lobbed it at him, got him on the chin, Simon gobbed
And hobbled out to mend his pliant wire-framed spectacles
(Whether bent by Heather’s throw or only noticed then no
Earthly power can know; this must have puzzled him.) A dog
That has a bloodlust must be muzzled. Philip, does that
Fillet steak fat fucking thick skull even know what a muzzle is
You fuckwit? Yes, my mummy put one on me once, he says. Ok,
Now, Philip, listen: go direct to Jill, Jill in the office, do not pass
Joan, do not collect two hungry clowns. Tom Benjamin,
Do you mean to miss the point or does the point not pierce you?
Hearsay, gossip, daily floss, Indira Ghandi did something
Important once before you cunts were born, suffice to say,
But much the same one day Hearsay and Gossip too will
Be forgotten, Myleene Klass will lie under the grass and
You, my keen class, will pass no further judgement on her.
Poppy, your piss is getting everyone wet, OK? Take a tip
From Tom, Tom Benjamin, that is, Tom Benjamin has never
Pissed in class and no one asks him to, does that make sense?
If no one finds the missing copy of the Catcher by this weekend
I will beat you all unconscious with a Pole that once built half
My garden fence, so please would everybody keep their eyes peeled.
There will be no Judo today. Revolutionary socialism also has
Been discontinued, if you need to call home do so now with haste.
Now Lorna Wilson pricks herself to bleed and cries profusely,
Pleads for mercy, leaves the classroom. Simon Barker’s glasses
Now being mended sees her in a marginally different light
And falls in love with her. Already on his knees he, Simon Barker,
Asks if she will be his lawful wedded wife in ten years’ time.
She kicks him in the shins. Philip falls and lands among some bins.